It’s June and it’s Tuesday…things I know for sure

Y’all.

I may have to declare a little bit of blog bankruptcy this week. It’s like this week heard that I said last week was crazy and started to feel insecure and thought, “I’LL SHOW YOU CRAZY” and now here I am trying to catch up.

So please forgive me for a quick catch up for now.

All you really need to know is by late Sunday afternoon my brain was so tired that I had a legitimate conversation about Potsie Weber from Happy Days making up that song to prove he didn’t cheat on his anatomy test.

Just in case you were born after 1990 or new to earth, here is what I’m talking about.

Potsie Weber. It was a simpler time.

Anyway, so many of you have emailed to ask about our first Community Worship Service and I’m sure at some point I’ll have so much more to say, but it was amazing. When I say it exceeded our expectations, I am not kidding. I feel like we expected to see familiar faces, but were blown away by seeing so many people we don’t really know walk through the doors. It’s so fun to see what God can do when you say yes and just follow his leading.

I think we thought maybe ten people might show up – normally I’d assume twelve but Mimi and Bops were out of town – but not only did people show up, we might need to find a larger venue at some point if it’s like the old Faberge shampoo commercial and they tell a friend and they tell a friend and so on and so on and so on.

What is wrong with my brain?

After our service on Sunday morning, P took Caroline to her soccer game and I came home and finished going over my notes because I was the keynote speaker at a Baccalaureate service for our high school. And by the time we were finished with Sunday, we all fell into bed where I didn’t sleep at all because I couldn’t turn my mind off.

Clearly it was too busy thinking about pumping up your blood and shampoo.

Then Monday turned out to be almost as hectic as I ran a million errands and tried to get laundry finished and everything else because Gulley and I are heading to Dallas on Tuesday morning (which is today now) because Jen is throwing a birthday party for our friend Jamie and we haven’t seen them in almost a month and are going through withdrawals after all the book release get togethers.

So that’s what’s happening here.

We’ll get back home on Wednesday and then Caroline’s last day of school is Thursday and she gets out at noon which means we are down to just two lunches. Really only one by the time you read this and if you’re paying attention you’ll realize I just packed my last lunch of the year because I won’t be here to pack Wednesday’s lunch.

And that feels like a win.

Almost like all those women who discovered Faberge shampoo and that time Potsie used his musical gifts to prove he wasn’t a cheater.